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The Seer (TL ) - Core

Peaceful Days

Rosa Negra

The Time I Nearly Disappeared

“There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won't remember and that she can't even let herself think about because that's when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it's always raining a slow and endless drizzle.

You will hear that she has left the country, that there was a gift she wanted you to have, but it is lost before it reaches you. Late one night the telephone will sign, and a voice that might be hers will say something that you cannot interpret before the connection crackles and is broken.

Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again.

Whenever it rains you will think of her. ”
― Neil Gaiman

Petrichor Colonge

For song and album art visit Wou-Wou & the Wormling at:
wouwouandthewormling.com
https://www.instagram.com/wouwouandthewormling

Wow, this is the 5th song posted from the album I started using demo tracks given to me by Wou-Wou & the Wormling during the start of the pandemic! This song was inspired by the conservative agenda, which at the time was more noticeably gaining momentum, to systematically whittle away and block the rights of those groups that did’t align with their values. The conservative agenda continues to gain strength, and it is up to the people to support each other in maintaining and advancing rights (including those of groups one is not a part of).    

It has been a great pleasure working with Stricknice, Bitzone, and Wou-Wou on these tracks. We are blessed by all the support the SoundCloud community has given to our releases. We can’t wait to share more music with you all. 

I haven't done a more straight up hip hop song in ages! 

Track Credits:

Stricknice: Intro Guitar, Samples, Ending Solo Guitar and Keys
https://soundcloud.com/j-nice-6
Bitzone: Mix and Master
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Bass, Guitar, Drums, Original Demo Track, Song Art
https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling
https://wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com
the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Production
musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:

Hit the streets likes it’s a brand new day
Pound the pavement for the payment 
Of knowing I slay
Say hey to all my homies around my way
Say hey to all the folks just trying to get paid
What up party people dying to get laid
Let you freak flag fly high up and away
Pray to allah Pray to Jesus 
Get all Polytheistic if it pleases
Go to college and write a thesis 
Couch surf around the globe and sleep on beaches 
Who needs meat when we got peaches
Who needs warfarin when we got leeches
Use yo magic to cure diseases 
Go help somebody with yo expertises 
Take a stand against injusticeses 
And don’t give a damn if no one agrees with

You 
won’t see eye to eye with
You
Isn’t able to fully accept 
You
doesn’t want to believe in
You
Be real to your-self and stay true

Word
You know we still fighting 
To open minds to new perspectives
And hearts to other ways of being  And that’s for real
Yo

Who you got a problem with 
What you try to solve it with
Why you got that solid fist
When now’s the time to 
Listen go out and try something
Different see what chu mighta been 
Missin’ dismissin’ 
Omittin’ what wasn’t Fittin’
Your world view 
Let go of what you knew so
You can become a new you
Discover what’s now true 
To hold onto your values
And speak your truth and stay for real
While holdin’ space for others to feel
What they gonna feel and what they says their truth
But if it falls to pieces and their beliefs lead to more injusticeses 
Then don’t give a damn if no one agrees with

You 
won’t see eye to eye with
You
Isn’t able to fully accept 
You
doesn’t want to believe in
You
Be real to your-self and stay true

Yea
That right
This one goes out to all those leading the fight 
In the struggle on the day to day
Word

Stricknice, Bitzone, Wou-Wou & The Wormling, and the Couch King - You

Vocals & Lyrics https://soundcloud.com/shark_teeth93

LYRICS:

No rest on earth for a sinner
A crushing blow I deliver
I wash my hands clean of the day
What can I do? What can I say?

There is nothing left but the wicked
The malady with which you're stricken
A hundred lies still in the quiver
A darkness falls and makes you shiver
And makes you shiver

A recipe for sheer disaster
A slight of hand by your master
And seeds are sown, they grow a garden
A fragile mind that's forced to harden

There is nothing left but the wicked
The malady with which you're stricken
A hundred lies still in the quiver
A darkness falls and makes you shiver
And makes you shiver

And darkness grows
What do you know?
You've lost control
You are not in control

And if you feel like a stranger
You might just be in certain danger
And if you're feeling copacetic
The lights die down and then you get it

There is nothing left for the wicked
The malady with which you're stricken
A hundred lies still in the quiver
A darkness falls and makes you shiver
A darkness falls and makes you shiver
A darkness falls and makes you shiver
And makes you shiver

Malady - Shark Teeth & Moondust

Badkup - Bonetired 
(c) 2022 by
@fadysporz
@para-lia

Bonetired

This is the soundtrack of my first video. Soon you can see it in Youtube
Beautiful locations at the swiss Alps and Lakes. 
You would love it!

Queen of Spades

The Brittle Boy
SCP-116 has the outward appearance of a Caucasian male of around 9 years of age. Skin is cauterized and scarred over 98% of body, limbs, and head. SCP-116’s bone structure is drastically different from standard Homo sapiens bone layout, and all bones are dangerously brittle. The most distinguishing difference between the human body and that of SCP-116 is the non-existence of joints in the latter. SCP-116 is entirely capable of independent movement, but to do so would cause multiple shattering breaks to all bones affected by said movement. To combat this, SCP-116 shows remarkable self-healing, and over a period of minutes can completely regenerate its rigid bone placement. SCP-116 has shown some language skill since acquisition; however, the only language it speaks is a disrupted and broken version of English in which every word has been replaced with an almost entirely unconnected one. Prolonged attempts to make sense of SCP-116’s speech have resulted in some long-term mental degradation in researchers. There seems to be no pattern to the word replacement, and attempts continue to translate it. Research suggests that SCP-116 may be capable of low level telepathy, which deteriorates the victim’s brain functions over a long period of time.

On a side note, the overall vibe of this track is inspired by the album Manifesto by Roxy Music.

From the-scp.foundation: The Brittle Boy
Artwork is ai-generated based on text prompts. Craiyon.com

Amulet

There I was, diligently practicing my palm muted walking basslines when The Boys dropped by.

The practice session never stood a chance.

Here's a little homage to simpler times.
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Neeps ‘n’ Tatties

Don’t need no haute cuisine, come dinner time.
A simple guy like me got simple tastes.
Don’t need no six course menu, sommelier’s fancy wine.
I’m happy drinking beer by the case.
The honest things in life are the ones that always shine,
So get your pan a-boilin’ babe, your neeps ‘n’ tatties do me fine.

Don’t need no fashionista plastic tik tok model girl
I love my honey baby, she always aims to please
Drivin’ me half crazy as she gives a little twirl
She’s muckin’ out the hogs in her muddy dungarees
Keep yer high fallutin’ “A” list, I’ll keep that sweet gal of mine.
Get your pan a-boilin’ babe, your neeps ‘n’ tatties do me fine.

……

Billionaires of tinsel sniffing venison carpaccio
Braised black cherry duck, meets Pol Roger
Praise the Lord I’m still connected to where I wanna go
Me and my sweet baby on our way, we’re headin’ there.
In our home of rustic truth we find pure living, love divine,
So get your pan a-boilin’ babe, your neeps ‘n’ tatties do me fine.

Neeps ‘n’ Tatties

I never really cared for the finished product i posted last week, it never really sounded right. I loved the Roy Bittan style piano, and that took a long time to learn and record, but it didn't work so i scrapped it for the fender organ that i played on the fly. And I transposed it up a third, and reworked the words and completely remixed it.  I think it works a lot better now.. 

I don’t want to be the one you call up on the telephone
To see if I could come around ‘cause you don’t wanna be alone
Don’t get me wrong I want to spend some time with you
Don’t get me wrong but do you feel the same for me I feel for you
I don’t want to be the one that’s always looking in your eyes
Then you turn lights down low
And suddenly I’m paralyzed
It makes my heart start to stutter my knees they shake
and my words they flutter
I don’t want to be the one that ends up feeling like a fool, 
I don’t want to be the one when love has faded and we’re through
Love’s so overrated, it makes your life so complicated

I Don't Want To Be The One (Redux)

Edited and remastered. Original version from the 2017 EP “The Mongol Princess”.
https://moodexhibit.bandcamp.com/album/the-mongol-princess

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https://moodexhibit.bandcamp.com/yum

Mood Exhibit - Youth Of A Mongol Princess

Ever felt like life is passing you by?

You're just crossing off the days?

Ticking down the time?
_______________________________________________________________

Ticking

Ticking down the time.
Nowhere at the speed of light,
Nothing in my mind.
A dream of futures past.
Precious in my heart,
But it never came to pass.
Rearranged all my drawers of memory's worn out socks,
Corrected all my broken lifetime's kitchen clocks.
Just ticking down the time.

Ticking down the time.
Backwards at the speed of life,
Burdened in my mind.
Who stole it all away?
The clarity of thought
That defined me yesterday.
Dusted all the volumes on my memory's shelf,
Time-lapsed photographic of my former self.
Just ticking down the time.

Tomorrow calls in shades of black,
I swear these walls are staring back,
We waltz our falls in spiral mime,
Just ticking down the time.

Ticking down the time.
Lights out on the road ahead,
Fog come down behind.
Ready to anoint
The corpse of a life history
Shrivelled to a point.
JPEG'd out the detail of the smiling years,
Algorithmically compressed into this room of tears,
Where I'm just ticking down the time.
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Photo by Charles Deluvio on Unsplash

Ticking

What a wonderful tune Seagull sent me to collaborate on.  His nylon-string and bass playing is lovely but he asked if I could help with a second guitar voice.  The Taylor JKSM seemed the perfect fit with its sweet steel-string acoustic voice.  The undercurrent of meaning in the song is best described by Seagull himself:
"The song is called Stairway, and I realized that it reflects everyone's climb in life. We are encouraged and taught from birth that we must constantly get better at everything. Better upbringing, better behavior, better education, better job, better pay, better things, better health, better parent, better home, better car and so on...But what is the real goal of all this striving? Don't get me wrong, I have no problem with education hopefully producing better and more understanding and empathetic people, and a safer and nicer society. But.....and I think it's a big but.... as we are obviously being trained to buy all the happiness we need in life instead of experiencing it in a peaceful, healthy and experiential life." 
It is a question of what is ultimately important in our life and are we willing to make the climb to reach and attain it.  Something to ponder while you listen:)
Hear more of Seagull's amazing music @farout-music-studio.

Stairway (Seagull, David and Clara Sorace, vocal)

I was honored when https://soundcloud.com/graphicsontelevisions asked me to remake ‘Tattlesnakes’ from their fantastic album ‘Pun’. Maybe it’s the wildest one, unpredictable but coherent, it inspired me immediately !!

I've remixed to my taste their original studio stems (drums & keyboards), adding my own vocals, guitars & more... hard recommendation of headphones again !!

Lyrics are from another of my ancient poems, where I played with oxytone & eproparoxytone rhymes (translated below but with lost effect in English).

Full versions album here: https://soundcloud.com/graphicsontelevisions/sets/another-pun-a-brand-new
Downloadable: https://graphicsontelevisions.bandcamp.com/album/another-pun
I suggest checking out the original tracks too: @https://graphicsontelevisions.bandcamp.com/album/pun !!!

Letra  /  Lyrics:

Claro que ya no soy plástico,  /  Clearly I’m not plastic anymore,
ni estoy falto de razón,  /  nor lacking of reason,
puesto que, siendo simpático,  /  since, being friendly,
de sangre es mi corazón.  /  of blood is my heart.

Claro que soy esporádico  /  Clearly I am sporadic
en locos cantos espléndidos.  /  in splendid crazy singings.

Gritos de loco dolor,  /  Screams of insane pain,
llenos de mudo amargor,  /  full of mute bitterness,
claro que ya no son gélidos.  /  clearly are not icy anymore.

Claro que ya soy simpático  /  Clearly I’m yet friendly
y estoy falto de amargor,  /  and lacking of bitterness,
puesto que mi corazón,  /  since my heart,
siendo de sangre, no es plástico.  /  being of blood, is not plastic.

Y en mis cantos esporádicos,  /  And in my sporadic singings,
claro que ya no soy gélido.  /  clearly I’m not icy anymore.

Gritos de loca razón,  /  Screams of mad reason,
ya no gritos de dolor,  /  not screams of pain anymore,
claro que ya son espléndidos!  /  clearly are yet splendid!

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Tardigrade & Tattlesnakes (with Graphics on Televisions)

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Peaceful Days

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